The Mentalist (2008–2015): Season 4, Episode 16 - His Thoughts Were Red Thoughts - full transcript
Gabe Meadows, a renegade from Bret Stiles' cult Visualize, is murdered. Patrick questions the all too obvious evidence stacked against Stiles, working rather on the assumption he's framed so an inner circle member can succeed, but they all seem still to support Stiles.
Body's inside.
Victim's name is
Gabriel Meadows.
Somebody hit him in the back of
the head with a blunt object.
Cleaning crew found
him around 1:00 am.
Any witnesses?
Local boys talked to a
co-worker, Dave Bisping,
who saw him here at
10:00 last night.
Rigsby's meeting him at CBI.
What about the murder weapon?
Nothing inside.
Maybe the killer dropped it nearby.
Get a group of people together.
Search the area.
Trash duty.
Is there a problem?
No. Nothing.
All right.
When Cho shows up, grab him.
Spread the pain around.
All right.
Morning, Lisbon.
Is it morning yet?
Not quite.
Any prints?
None. But it looks
like someone wiped up.
Some of the blood is
smears, not spatter.
Was anything missing?
Looks like his laptop was taken,
but whoever took
it was in a hurry.
They left his cell
phone and wallet.
Interesting, yes?
Because the murder and the
theft seem hurried, impulsive.
But the cleanup--
methodical and careful.
Almost as if it was carried
out by two different people.
You think somebody else cleaned
up after he was killed?
Why would somebody do that?
Excellent question.
"Anti-cult activist network."
I've heard of them.
They expose fake religions,
rescue cult members,
stuff like that?
Meadows specialized
in one in particular.
Visualize. Wait,
- that's the cult that Bret Stiles runs.
- You got it.
Great. Great.
We get to deal with those wackos again.
"Wackos"?
That's a little
uncharitable, Lisbon.
Uncharitable?
What do you mean?
Well, I always knew
that you were, uh,
closed-minded about Visualize,
but I never thought you
were actually bigoted.
I'm not bigoted.
Well, of course you
would think that,
because your
preconceptions blind you.
Use your eyes.
Your eyes are the gateway to truth.
I actually have no idea
what you're talking about.
I know you don't, but he does.
Hi.
Excuse me?
You're a member of Visualize.
No, I'm not.
Yes, you are.
"Your eyes are the
gateway to truth"--
Visualize dogma.
You're the only one
that recognized it.
Look, uh, I don't know
what you're after.
I'm just trying to do my job.
Well, let me explain.
A critic of Visualize was
killed here this evening,
and a member shows
up at the scene.
That can't be an accident.
You're the one that
cleared all this up.
Well, that's crazy.
I don't think it's crazy.
What's your name?
Downs.
Were you involved in
this, officer Downs?
No. No.
Liar, liar, pants on fire.
You're gonna have
to come with us.
We're gonna have to
search your car.
- Stop him! Somebody stop him!
- Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Let me go!
This is religious persecution!
Pre-member bigot!
Sticks and stones may
break my bones...
but names will never hurt me.
We're testing your
uniform for blood,
and we found this in the
trunk of your squad car.
Your watch commander vouched
for your whereabouts
at the time of the murder.
We know you didn't kill Meadows,
but you did clean
up the crime scene,
making it very difficult
for us to find the killer.
Why would you do that?
Hello?
Mr. Bisping, you set up A-CAN
with Meadows, right?
Yeah. How'd he get into
the anti-cult business?
Uh, Gabe was born
into Visualize.
When his parents
died five years ago,
he sort of woke up. Um...
his younger sister is
still in Visualize.
Everything he did was
about getting her out.
All it did was get him killed.
Visualize has a lot of enemies.
Why would they target Gabe?
To shut him up.
Gabe was a fierce researcher.
He broke a lot of embarrassing
stories about Visualize
for our web site.
He was hitting the
inner circle hard.
The inner circle?
They help Stiles run Visualize.
It--it's sort of his
college of cardinals.
What was Gabe working
on before he died?
Murder.
From the early days of
Visualize back in the '70s.
Gabe thought Stiles
killed a rival of his
- to consolidate his power.
- He dig up any evidence?
He told me last
week he was close.
Now he's dead.
What do you think?
How's the spy?
He hasn't moved since
we brought him in.
It's creepy.
Well, it's not surprising.
He's a member of a
brainwashing cult.
The thought of a clean mind
is terribly frightening to you,
isn't it, Patrick?
Bret Stiles.
The brainwasher-in-chief.
Ah, agent Lisbon, it's
been far too long.
Why are you here, Mr. Stiles?
I'm the spiritual advisor of a
man that you've imprisoned,
and I was told that Patrick here
tricked him into revealing that
he was a member of my church,
which, of course,
is not a crime.
He tampered with evidence.
That is a crime.
Well... if you let me talk
to him, agent Lisbon,
I'm sure we can
clear all this up.
Uh, what's going on, Bret?
- Hmm?
- They're not Visualize members.
They're professional muscle.
You don't trust your own
people to protect you?
What are you scared of?
Well, I wouldn't want you
to mistake me for Red John
and shoot me.
Look at me.
Tell them everything.
I heard a report of the
body over my radio.
Got to the office before
the first responders.
Wiped the surfaces
for fingerprints,
wiped up some blood, too.
Why?
Meadows was an ex-member.
A non-person.
Whoever killed him was
doing Visualize a service.
You were duty-bound to help
clean up the evidence,
weren't you?
No. I did it of my
own initiative.
You know, as a rule, we hope
to welcome back
ex-members into the fold.
We certainly don't want
to aid their assassins.
What about the missing laptop?
Did you take that?
No. The computer was already
gone when I got there.
Hmm. That's the truth.
All right. Take him to booking.
Well, I've done my
good deed for the day.
If there's nothing else,
I'll be getting along.
Just have a few more questions.
Well, uh, could we
do it on the walk?
Uh, I've gotta get back
to running my religion.
Yes, your flock won't
fleece itself.
Mr. Stiles, where were you last
night between 10:00 and 1:00?
What, uh, during the murder?
Let me see.
I was at Casper's Bistro.
Had the roasted turbot.
It was a little dry.
We'll check.
I'm also gonna have agent Rigsby
get in contact with your people
- to see what your schedule was yesterday.
- Of course.
Uh, I have one last question.
You did this for a lowly drone.
Why is that?
Every man in Visualize
is like a son to me.
Every woman is my daughter.
Ooh. How are those demons of
yours coming on, Patrick?
They're still chasing
you, are they?
I'm chasing them.
Are you?
Seriously, I haven't had
hot water in three days.
My landlord's being a total
jerk and won't fix it.
You should buy.
So I can deal with a bank
instead of a landlord?
Big step up.
Excuse me, agents?
We found something.
You should take a look.
They were stuffed
inside this old TV.
We almost missed 'em.
Ooh, a lot of blood here.
Yeah, that suit looks handmade.
If the tailor's local, maybe
we can ID the owner.
"Gerard's on Sutter."
That's in San Fran, isn't it?
Yeah.
What are you reading?
"Visualize Self"?
You thinking about converting?
Yeah, just brushing up.
Well, Stiles might have to
write his next book from jail.
His alibi didn't hold up.
He left the restaurant at 10:30.
- Well, that's not like him.
- To lie?
No, to do it so poorly.
Van Pelt and Cho called in.
Tailor identified the clothes.
They belong to Bret Stiles.
All right.
We're dealing with the head
of a multi-national cult--
a 900-pound gorilla.
We need to proceed
carefully and slowly.
Put together a timeline
of the day of the murder.
- I wanna know where he was every minute.
- You got it.
We should pay Bret a visit.
Not until we have
an airtight case.
Where's the fun in that?
Let's get a stick and go and
poke this 900-pound gorilla,
see what happens.
Mr. Stiles.
Oh, Patrick. Agent Lisbon.
How nice of you to join us.
This is Cal Leben
and Jason Cooper,
two of my most
loyal lieutenants.
Your alibi for the Meadows
killing didn't hold up.
You left that restaurant
hours earlier
than you told me you did.
Really? I must have been mistaken.
I'm sorry.
And, uh, we found bloody
clothes in a dumpster
near the crime scene--
bloody clothes that
belong to you.
Listen, I give clothes
away all the time
to Visualize charities.
Yeah, I'm sure you do.
Would you excuse me?
Rigsby, what's up?
What's going on, Bret?
Beg your pardon?
You know this doesn't look good,
yet you're not asking the
questions that you should.
Huh?
Why is it that
you're not worried?
What does Bret Stiles
have to be worried about?
Well, he's about to get
arrested for murder.
Bret, what's he talking about?
Let it go.
Do you recognize this?
Well, let me see. Ooh.
Well, I suppose it could
be me giving a speech.
Aha. I give lots of speeches.
It was taken yesterday,
and you're wearing
the shirt and tie we
found covered in blood.
Bret Stiles, you're under arrest
for the murder of
Gabriel Meadows.
You're gonna have to come with us.
Let's go.
I said let's go.
Uh...
Everyone, no cause for alarm.
Be at peace.
Thank you. Sorry.
Yes. That appears to be mine.
Where did the blood come from?
I don't know.
Meadows was writing an
article on Timothy Farragut.
He thought you'd murdered him.
Poor old Tim.
He died, oh, 30 years ago now.
Car crash on PCH.
And what if Meadows
found evidence
that it wasn't an accident?
That would give you motive
for murder, wouldn't it?
No. Because there's
nothing to find.
Look, I'm not responsible
for Tim's death,
or the demise of Mr. Meadows.
Then why does the
evidence say you are?
Well, maybe I'm being set up.
And why would somebody do that?
Tell me, agent Lisbon,
do you enjoy watching
Patrick Jane
take over your team
and your life?
We close cases.
That's all that matters to me.
Oh, I see. So you're telling me
that you love justice
more than yourself?
Come on.
I mean, justice-- what is that?
It's just an idea.
You are flesh and blood.
Why sacrifice the real
for the imaginary?
I'm not looking for a guru.
I'm looking for a murderer.
Hmm.
Well...
I didn't kill anybody.
And if you keep
insisting that I did,
then... gonna have to lawyer up.
He's lawyered up.
It doesn't give us
much time to nail him.
Where are we at with
the bloody clothes?
Lab confirmed the blood
type is A-Negative,
same as the victim,
but they won't have the DNA
results for three or four days.
We don't have that much time.
We need something else.
We're still missing the murder
weapon and the victim's laptop.
We're gonna need to search
his house and office.
- I'll get a warrant.
- Good.
Where are we at with
the Farragut motive?
Well, apparently, his
notes were on the laptop,
so that's no good.
I have a file of his stories.
Meadows definitely
had a solid contact
feeding him inside
information about Visualize.
Any idea on how to
find the source?
Yeah, there's an old hippie
named Randall Parker.
He's an ex-Visualize member.
Meadows went to talk
to him last week.
Start with him.
What about Meadows' sister?
She's at Clearview, the
Visualize College.
Visualize has a college?
Apparently, you
major in yourself.
Ah. Patrick.
I wondered when you'd pop in.
Mm.
Reading about you.
Gabe Meadows doesn't paint
a very pretty picture.
Oh, surely you're not going to
fall for gutter journalism.
One thing that's consistent
in all these stories
is that you never actually
wield the knife yourself.
You always manipulate
someone else
into doing your dirty work.
That's something you'd
know a little bit about.
Getting Red John to kill
the San Joaquin killer--
that was very nice.
Almost elegant, I'd say.
Yes, you're coming along.
I'm doing nothing of the sort.
You're not very happy,
are you, Patrick?
Perhaps you feel a bit like
the sorcerer's apprentice--
you've woken up a power
that you can't control.
Tell me, how is Rosalind Harker
enjoying life under
FBI protection?
Is she glad that you brought
Red John back into her life?
Are you enjoying this?
'Cause I know you didn't
kill Gabe Meadows.
I've been telling
you that all along.
But you're not acting like
a man that's being framed.
Even someone in your position
is gonna reach out for help
when being framed.
Jon Musashi. I'm
Mr. Stiles' attorney.
This interview is over.
Hi, Jon.
Are you a member of Visualize?
Yes, I think you are.
Did you know that Mr. Stiles'
last lawyer was a murderer?
Whereas I am not.
And again, this
interview is over.
Excellent.
Well, uh, if you'll excuse me,
always a pleasure.
Nice to meet you, Jon.
Jon...
- thank you for coming. Thank you.
- Mr. Stiles, please...
We need to tell them everything,
but I mean, you know me.
I don't have to say that.
I mean, I'm the leader of a church.
I mean--
Mr. Stiles...
Really, I'm okay.
I'm glad to hear it.
No, I mean you can
go back to class.
Oh, my inner visions don't
start for another hour.
Agent Lisbon. Dean Nora Hill.
Ah. Thank you for taking
the time to meet me.
Happy to assist.
That will be all, Rose.
Thank you, Dean Hill.
Jessie Meadows is waiting
for you in Stiles Hall.
It's an impressive campus.
Thank you.
4,642 students
from 27 countries.
Only the best and the
brightest young people.
How are the students
taking the news?
What news?
That one of the students'
brother's been murdered,
and your leader's been
arrested for the crime?
They don't know about that.
They don't need to.
But it's all over the internet.
They don't have the internet.
The mind suffers from junk
food as much as the body does.
We keep it away.
Does Jessie know her
brother's dead?
Aren't you gonna tell her?
We'll do whatever we can
to find out who did this.
I am so sorry for your loss.
Oh, Gabe.
I'm sorry he's dead,
but he wasn't a part
of my life anymore.
He's still your brother.
He left me.
Left us.
That's not what a brother does.
Can you think of anybody who
may have wanted to hurt him?
Gabe published stories
about our community.
Some of the students here--
they didn't like it.
Some of them even thought that
I was feeding him information.
Were you?
No, I wouldn't do that.
I know you and your
brother didn't get along.
He wanted to help you.
I think he wanted that
more than anything.
That was the problem.
I didn't need his help.
He couldn't see that.
I'm with my real family here.
Thanks for seeing me,
Mr. Parker.
Meadows broke a lot of
stories about Visualize.
Were you his source?
All my stories are 30 years old.
All I know about
are the old days.
Did he ask you about
Timothy Farragut?
Sure.
What'd you tell him?
Well, Farragut was
into dispelling
all the bad vibes in the world.
I liked how that sounded.
A lot of people did--
people who felt guilty about
having too much money.
When did Bret Stiles
come into the picture?
'76 or so.
A year later, Farragut died,
and Stiles was the man.
I read the police report.
Farragut's death seems like an
open-and-shut drunk driving fatality.
Well, you notice who
wrote that report--
sheriff Elliott Elswit.
Oh, he liked those
Visualize ladies,
and Stiles made
sure he met plenty.
So you're saying that the
sheriff doctored the report?
Well, Farragut didn't drink.
How'd he get so loaded
he couldn't see a tree?
How do I get in touch
with the sheriff?
Elswit's been dead 20 years.
A suicide, they say.
And you think that Bret
Stiles killed him, too?
You bet I do.
You think I'm crazy.
No, it's just a lot of
conspiracy talk, that's all.
Well, just because
you're paranoid
don't mean they're
not after you.
Hey. Where are you?
I'm back at the snake pit.
Visualize? Why?
Okay, so the Visualize
attorney shows up,
and Stiles starts acting
all weird and scared.
It's just like a little show.
- Hey, could you hold on?
- Yeah.
Uh, would you mind giving
me some privacy, please?
Really? Go.
So Stiles is acting scared. So?
Well, it's for the
benefit of the lawyer.
Whatever game he's playing,
it isn't aimed at us.
It's aimed at Visualize, and
I'm here to find out why.
- I'll call you when I get out.
- Okay.
Bye.
Leben.
Mr. Jane.
Hope the whole "arrest
your master" thing
didn't ruin your lunch.
No hard feelings, right?
Did you come here to gloat?
No, I can gloat from a distance.
I have a message from Stiles.
Hmm. What is it?
Sorry. It's for the
entire inner circle.
Ah, you can give it to me.
I'll pass it to the other
members of the circle.
Yeah, I-I don't think so.
I think I need the whole gang.
Light the Bret signal.
Gather the pooh-bahs.
Come on. Let's go.
Agent Grace Van Pelt,
I presume.
Mr. Stiles, I'm hoping you
can help me with something.
I'm trying to find any property
held by you in the
state of California.
A car, a residence?
Please, agent Grace Van Pelt.
Excuse me?
The helpless maiden routine?
Worth a try.
Look, I can't find anything you own.
Well, that's because
there's nothing to find.
I have no house, no car,
certainly not in my name. Hmm?
I've dedicated my
life to Visualize.
So there's no place
for us to look?
Oh, no. You can look and look.
You will not find.
You're upset.
Something small, domestic.
A household problem.
No.
Hmm? But no, it's not family.
But still, it's...
connected to the home.
Landlord.
Hmm. Petty dictator, no doubt.
Abuses you because he can.
Or because he's a jerk.
He won't fix--
You're good.
Not as good as Jane, but good.
The anger that you
feel is a symptom
of a deeper condition,
an organic rage, if you will.
You know...
I can help you with that.
Not interested.
Close your eyes.
Come on. Close your eyes.
Visualize your anger as a
red cloud inside your body.
Take some deep breaths.
Exhale.
Let the red smoke come
out of your body.
Try it.
Red smoke?
Seriously?
Or not.
Your choice.
Mr. Jane, you have a
message for us from Bret?
Uh, no, not really, no.
Do you mind if I sit here?
Just can't resist.
Looks too comfortable.
I don't understand.
We were told you had a message.
No, that was a lie.
I just wanted to get you
all together. Sorry.
Why did you need to get in here?
Get the lay of the land,
see who's running the show now
that Bret's in the clink.
None of us would presume to.
Bret Stiles is still our leader.
Other members of the inner
circle are flying in.
We hold a vote reaffirming
Bret tomorrow.
Is that what you came
here to find out?
I came here to accuse one of you
of framing Bret Stiles for the
murder of Gabriel Meadows.
And judging from your reactions,
none of you did that.
Of course we didn't.
Well, that clarifies
things considerably.
How?
Well, either one of you
framed Bret Stiles...
Or?
Or you didn't.
What does that mean?
Sorry. Can't tell you that.
That is a police secret.
But you're gonna love it
when you do find out.
Carry on.
You said you'd fix it.
Do you have hot water
at your place?
Yeah, it's nice, isn't it?
Fine. Whatever.
Well, what do you know?
Farragut had a commune
called Visualize
down at Big Sur in the mid '70s.
Just a few hundred members
and a promising young
guru named Bret Stiles.
Farragut crashes his car.
Stiles takes over.
Now the police report
says it was an accident.
Randal Parker says no,
Stiles killed Farragut
and the cop that made
the accident report
and Meadows, who was
investigating the whole thing.
That's crazy.
I don't know.
I wouldn't put anything past Stiles.
Well, one thing's for certain.
We can't prove it.
But Meadows may have a source
inside Visualize who can.
- Any idea who that source is?
- No.
It's definitely not the sister.
Who else is there?
Maybe Stiles knows.
I could ask.
He talked to me earlier.
Maybe I could get
him to open up.
What'd he say?
He showed me something.
Never mind. It's nothing.
He's trying to get to you.
What?
No.
Okay. Take another run
at him, but be careful.
Hello, Grace.
You look refreshed.
- You tried my little trick then.
- No.
Works though, doesn't it?
I wanted to ask you
about Timothy Farragut.
He ran Visualize
before you did, right?
No one ran Visualize
before I did.
No one.
Tim said things that
people wanted to hear,
but he didn't know what to do
with the people who listened.
What do you mean.
Farragut was a dreamer.
Dreamers are useful
in their way,
but we don't live
in dreams, do we?
We live in the here and the now.
Did you kill him?
You've killed, haven't you?
Someone who mattered
to you, who hurt you.
Did you enjoy it?
No.
Really?
I'm told it gives the feeling
of great perspective,
like waking from a dream.
It...
changes you.
Did your friends notice?
A little.
But I think it freaks 'em out.
Of course.
They don't have the imagination
or the vocabulary to
converse with you about it.
You know...
you're like a little bird
that fell out of a nest,
but you don't need the nest.
You need to fly,
and that...
I can teach you.
How was your trip to Visualize?
Enlightening.
I need a little
more information.
Could Bret Stiles know what
blood type Bret Meadows was?
Sure. Visualize keeps medical
records on all its members.
And the source for Meadows'
stories was highly placed?
Way high.
Great.
Do you know who the killer is?
Better.
I know how to catch them.
We need Stiles' lawyer in here
first thing in the morning.
Did you get anything
from Stiles?
No. He's not saying anything.
Van Pelt, you know how to do
that computer picture
makeover thing?
You mean Photoshop?
Yeah.
We got a lot of work to do.
On what?
Manufacturing
evidence, of course.
One of our people was
canvassing the neighborhood
and noticed a traffic
light camera
across from the
A-CAN building.
We blew up an image
and hit pay dirt.
That looks like blood to me.
What do you think?
Mr. Stiles?
Bret?
Meadows got evidence that
you killed Farragut.
That's what was on his computer.
So you killed him and stole it,
but it was the
cover-up that got you.
We're filing charges
against your client
and booking him immediately.
I'll stay with him, of course.
It's all right, Jon. Bye.
But, Bret, I think--
Jon.
A phony photograph, Patrick?
Worth a thousand lies.
So you've stooped
to framing me now?
Well, you framed yourself first.
Well, that's true.
I did, but you never
believed it anyway.
Well, I didn't think
you were that stupid
unless, of course, you
were doing it on purpose.
It was a pity.
One of my better suits.
Shame to have to
ruin it like that.
Where'd you get the blood?
Oh, I have my sources.
The DNA
won't match, of course,
but by the time that
comes to light,
I'll know what I need to know.
Which is which one
of the inner circle
wanted to take your place.
Well, it's best to
smoke out your rivals
before they get too strong.
I appeared weak
because I wanted to see who
would reach for the crown.
Who did?
No one.
You overestimated the courage
of your bootlickers.
They're all too scared
to make a move.
Oh. That's why you doctored up
that ridiculous photograph.
Well, I figured if they
wanted to cook your goose
a little better, I'd turn
up the heat for them.
Well, thank you, Patrick.
I didn't know you cared.
I don't.
I did it to catch the killer.
You coming?
Where are we going?
Crash the party.
Oh, I love a party.
I nominate Jason Cooper
to assume all roles and
duties as head of Visualize.
I second the motion.
Then we vote. I vote "aye."
Well, I will not
allow false modesty
to tarnish the moment.
Aye.
Aye.
Nay.
Bret Stiles is and always will
be the leader of Visualize.
Nay.
Aye.
Uh, I'm sorry.
Are we interrupting something?
Bret, you're free.
We dropped the charges.
Looks like you guys
have been busy.
Hello, Cooper.
I see you've taken the seat
at the head of the table.
That's very bold of you.
We thought--
What, you thought, what,
my corpse cold enough to loot?
Bret.
Mr. Stiles--
Do you really think that I am
weak enough to be pushed aside?
I mean, do--do you think
that I'm stupid enough
to get caught with
blood on my hands?
Tell me, Cooper.
Do I seem weak to you now?
Sit down.
Thank you.
Nice to be back.
Just one more piece of
business to, uh, clear up.
In the matter of
personal curiosity,
who of you voted
for Cooper here?
Well, I don't see how
that's important.
Well, that's one vote,
obviously.
Who else voted for Cooper?
You did.
And you.
Yes, and you.
Oh, Bret, looks like
it was a landslide.
Well, Leben.
You've always been
true to me, I know.
I see.
I stood by you, Bret.
I told them they were
fools to doubt you.
Really?
Stiles is going down for murder.
Shouldn't you have sucked
up to the new boss
like the rest of these folks?
The bloody clothes, the
security footage--
Stiles seemed very guilty.
You had to be 100%
sure he wasn't.
How would you know that?
You're the killer.
That's ridiculous.
Is it?
You couldn't warn the others
because then they would
know you were a murderer.
You voted for Stiles because
you knew he'd be coming back.
Damn you for what
you've turned me into.
So you were Meadows'
inside source?
I fed him information
when it helped me.
You leaked stories that hurt
your enemies at Visualize.
My mistake was...
was letting him know who I was.
Meadows was desperate
to connect Stiles to the
murder of Farragut,
and he thought I knew something
that could prove it.
Why not give it to him?
Doesn't exist.
Do you think Bret Stiles
needs a smoking gun?
He probably did kill Farragut
and that sheriff,
but there'll never be any
evidence to prove it.
I don't believe you.
It's the truth.
What do you think
Stiles would do
if he found out you'd been
feeding me information?
I sensed that Meadows' crusade
was pushing him to
desperate measures.
So...
I brought the hammer,
just in case.
I knew my name was all over
the laptop, so I took it.
I examined myself honestly,
and I find I feel no remorse.
150,000 people die
every single day.
Why should I feel anything
for one man, just 'cause...
Just 'cause I was the
cause of his death?
That's a good question.
Sign here.
So that's it then.
Thank you for letting
me watch this.
No problem.
Visualizing my anger
works really well.
Just returning the favor.
There's so much more
that I could teach you.
Is there?
To be free of doubt,
anger, fear.
Let me show you the world
as you've never seen it.
Let me show you
you as you've never
seen yourself.
Great sales pitch.
But I'm sort of over
bad boys these days.
Thanks anyway.
Ms. Hill killed Gabe? Why?
There was political
stuff going on.
But I think mostly your brother
just wanted you to be happy
and to get out.
I don't know what to do.
We were going through
your brother's laptop,
and we found some videos
that he'd made for you.
Kinda like letters.
I thought you might
like to see one.
Happy Birthday, sis.
I hope it's a good one.
I don't know if
you'll ever see this,
but I just wanted to say
that I'm proud of you.
I miss you so much, sis.
I know we don't agree
about some things,
but, uh, I hope you know that
I'm always here for you,
anytime.
I'll be waiting.
See you soon, I hope.
Are there more of these?
Yeah, there's a
whole lot of 'em.
Would it be okay if I
stayed to watch a few?
You can stay as
long as you'd like.
Ah, Patrick.
Always a pleasure doing
business with you.
There are many fearful men
hiding from my wrath tonight.
It's a good feeling.
And the murder of Farragut goes
back in the cold case file,
so that's a nice twofer.
Well, you didn't do
too badly yourself.
You played a deep
game here, Patrick.
A mind like yours could've
developed a dozen ways
of tricking Nora Hill
without helping me in
my little power play.
Well, I'm flattered.
It was the easiest way.
No.
No.
You wanted me to owe you
a favor, didn't you?
Mm. Well, all right.
I owe you.
Yes.
You do.
Good night.
Good night.
Victim's name is
Gabriel Meadows.
Somebody hit him in the back of
the head with a blunt object.
Cleaning crew found
him around 1:00 am.
Any witnesses?
Local boys talked to a
co-worker, Dave Bisping,
who saw him here at
10:00 last night.
Rigsby's meeting him at CBI.
What about the murder weapon?
Nothing inside.
Maybe the killer dropped it nearby.
Get a group of people together.
Search the area.
Trash duty.
Is there a problem?
No. Nothing.
All right.
When Cho shows up, grab him.
Spread the pain around.
All right.
Morning, Lisbon.
Is it morning yet?
Not quite.
Any prints?
None. But it looks
like someone wiped up.
Some of the blood is
smears, not spatter.
Was anything missing?
Looks like his laptop was taken,
but whoever took
it was in a hurry.
They left his cell
phone and wallet.
Interesting, yes?
Because the murder and the
theft seem hurried, impulsive.
But the cleanup--
methodical and careful.
Almost as if it was carried
out by two different people.
You think somebody else cleaned
up after he was killed?
Why would somebody do that?
Excellent question.
"Anti-cult activist network."
I've heard of them.
They expose fake religions,
rescue cult members,
stuff like that?
Meadows specialized
in one in particular.
Visualize. Wait,
- that's the cult that Bret Stiles runs.
- You got it.
Great. Great.
We get to deal with those wackos again.
"Wackos"?
That's a little
uncharitable, Lisbon.
Uncharitable?
What do you mean?
Well, I always knew
that you were, uh,
closed-minded about Visualize,
but I never thought you
were actually bigoted.
I'm not bigoted.
Well, of course you
would think that,
because your
preconceptions blind you.
Use your eyes.
Your eyes are the gateway to truth.
I actually have no idea
what you're talking about.
I know you don't, but he does.
Hi.
Excuse me?
You're a member of Visualize.
No, I'm not.
Yes, you are.
"Your eyes are the
gateway to truth"--
Visualize dogma.
You're the only one
that recognized it.
Look, uh, I don't know
what you're after.
I'm just trying to do my job.
Well, let me explain.
A critic of Visualize was
killed here this evening,
and a member shows
up at the scene.
That can't be an accident.
You're the one that
cleared all this up.
Well, that's crazy.
I don't think it's crazy.
What's your name?
Downs.
Were you involved in
this, officer Downs?
No. No.
Liar, liar, pants on fire.
You're gonna have
to come with us.
We're gonna have to
search your car.
- Stop him! Somebody stop him!
- Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Let me go!
This is religious persecution!
Pre-member bigot!
Sticks and stones may
break my bones...
but names will never hurt me.
We're testing your
uniform for blood,
and we found this in the
trunk of your squad car.
Your watch commander vouched
for your whereabouts
at the time of the murder.
We know you didn't kill Meadows,
but you did clean
up the crime scene,
making it very difficult
for us to find the killer.
Why would you do that?
Hello?
Mr. Bisping, you set up A-CAN
with Meadows, right?
Yeah. How'd he get into
the anti-cult business?
Uh, Gabe was born
into Visualize.
When his parents
died five years ago,
he sort of woke up. Um...
his younger sister is
still in Visualize.
Everything he did was
about getting her out.
All it did was get him killed.
Visualize has a lot of enemies.
Why would they target Gabe?
To shut him up.
Gabe was a fierce researcher.
He broke a lot of embarrassing
stories about Visualize
for our web site.
He was hitting the
inner circle hard.
The inner circle?
They help Stiles run Visualize.
It--it's sort of his
college of cardinals.
What was Gabe working
on before he died?
Murder.
From the early days of
Visualize back in the '70s.
Gabe thought Stiles
killed a rival of his
- to consolidate his power.
- He dig up any evidence?
He told me last
week he was close.
Now he's dead.
What do you think?
How's the spy?
He hasn't moved since
we brought him in.
It's creepy.
Well, it's not surprising.
He's a member of a
brainwashing cult.
The thought of a clean mind
is terribly frightening to you,
isn't it, Patrick?
Bret Stiles.
The brainwasher-in-chief.
Ah, agent Lisbon, it's
been far too long.
Why are you here, Mr. Stiles?
I'm the spiritual advisor of a
man that you've imprisoned,
and I was told that Patrick here
tricked him into revealing that
he was a member of my church,
which, of course,
is not a crime.
He tampered with evidence.
That is a crime.
Well... if you let me talk
to him, agent Lisbon,
I'm sure we can
clear all this up.
Uh, what's going on, Bret?
- Hmm?
- They're not Visualize members.
They're professional muscle.
You don't trust your own
people to protect you?
What are you scared of?
Well, I wouldn't want you
to mistake me for Red John
and shoot me.
Look at me.
Tell them everything.
I heard a report of the
body over my radio.
Got to the office before
the first responders.
Wiped the surfaces
for fingerprints,
wiped up some blood, too.
Why?
Meadows was an ex-member.
A non-person.
Whoever killed him was
doing Visualize a service.
You were duty-bound to help
clean up the evidence,
weren't you?
No. I did it of my
own initiative.
You know, as a rule, we hope
to welcome back
ex-members into the fold.
We certainly don't want
to aid their assassins.
What about the missing laptop?
Did you take that?
No. The computer was already
gone when I got there.
Hmm. That's the truth.
All right. Take him to booking.
Well, I've done my
good deed for the day.
If there's nothing else,
I'll be getting along.
Just have a few more questions.
Well, uh, could we
do it on the walk?
Uh, I've gotta get back
to running my religion.
Yes, your flock won't
fleece itself.
Mr. Stiles, where were you last
night between 10:00 and 1:00?
What, uh, during the murder?
Let me see.
I was at Casper's Bistro.
Had the roasted turbot.
It was a little dry.
We'll check.
I'm also gonna have agent Rigsby
get in contact with your people
- to see what your schedule was yesterday.
- Of course.
Uh, I have one last question.
You did this for a lowly drone.
Why is that?
Every man in Visualize
is like a son to me.
Every woman is my daughter.
Ooh. How are those demons of
yours coming on, Patrick?
They're still chasing
you, are they?
I'm chasing them.
Are you?
Seriously, I haven't had
hot water in three days.
My landlord's being a total
jerk and won't fix it.
You should buy.
So I can deal with a bank
instead of a landlord?
Big step up.
Excuse me, agents?
We found something.
You should take a look.
They were stuffed
inside this old TV.
We almost missed 'em.
Ooh, a lot of blood here.
Yeah, that suit looks handmade.
If the tailor's local, maybe
we can ID the owner.
"Gerard's on Sutter."
That's in San Fran, isn't it?
Yeah.
What are you reading?
"Visualize Self"?
You thinking about converting?
Yeah, just brushing up.
Well, Stiles might have to
write his next book from jail.
His alibi didn't hold up.
He left the restaurant at 10:30.
- Well, that's not like him.
- To lie?
No, to do it so poorly.
Van Pelt and Cho called in.
Tailor identified the clothes.
They belong to Bret Stiles.
All right.
We're dealing with the head
of a multi-national cult--
a 900-pound gorilla.
We need to proceed
carefully and slowly.
Put together a timeline
of the day of the murder.
- I wanna know where he was every minute.
- You got it.
We should pay Bret a visit.
Not until we have
an airtight case.
Where's the fun in that?
Let's get a stick and go and
poke this 900-pound gorilla,
see what happens.
Mr. Stiles.
Oh, Patrick. Agent Lisbon.
How nice of you to join us.
This is Cal Leben
and Jason Cooper,
two of my most
loyal lieutenants.
Your alibi for the Meadows
killing didn't hold up.
You left that restaurant
hours earlier
than you told me you did.
Really? I must have been mistaken.
I'm sorry.
And, uh, we found bloody
clothes in a dumpster
near the crime scene--
bloody clothes that
belong to you.
Listen, I give clothes
away all the time
to Visualize charities.
Yeah, I'm sure you do.
Would you excuse me?
Rigsby, what's up?
What's going on, Bret?
Beg your pardon?
You know this doesn't look good,
yet you're not asking the
questions that you should.
Huh?
Why is it that
you're not worried?
What does Bret Stiles
have to be worried about?
Well, he's about to get
arrested for murder.
Bret, what's he talking about?
Let it go.
Do you recognize this?
Well, let me see. Ooh.
Well, I suppose it could
be me giving a speech.
Aha. I give lots of speeches.
It was taken yesterday,
and you're wearing
the shirt and tie we
found covered in blood.
Bret Stiles, you're under arrest
for the murder of
Gabriel Meadows.
You're gonna have to come with us.
Let's go.
I said let's go.
Uh...
Everyone, no cause for alarm.
Be at peace.
Thank you. Sorry.
Yes. That appears to be mine.
Where did the blood come from?
I don't know.
Meadows was writing an
article on Timothy Farragut.
He thought you'd murdered him.
Poor old Tim.
He died, oh, 30 years ago now.
Car crash on PCH.
And what if Meadows
found evidence
that it wasn't an accident?
That would give you motive
for murder, wouldn't it?
No. Because there's
nothing to find.
Look, I'm not responsible
for Tim's death,
or the demise of Mr. Meadows.
Then why does the
evidence say you are?
Well, maybe I'm being set up.
And why would somebody do that?
Tell me, agent Lisbon,
do you enjoy watching
Patrick Jane
take over your team
and your life?
We close cases.
That's all that matters to me.
Oh, I see. So you're telling me
that you love justice
more than yourself?
Come on.
I mean, justice-- what is that?
It's just an idea.
You are flesh and blood.
Why sacrifice the real
for the imaginary?
I'm not looking for a guru.
I'm looking for a murderer.
Hmm.
Well...
I didn't kill anybody.
And if you keep
insisting that I did,
then... gonna have to lawyer up.
He's lawyered up.
It doesn't give us
much time to nail him.
Where are we at with
the bloody clothes?
Lab confirmed the blood
type is A-Negative,
same as the victim,
but they won't have the DNA
results for three or four days.
We don't have that much time.
We need something else.
We're still missing the murder
weapon and the victim's laptop.
We're gonna need to search
his house and office.
- I'll get a warrant.
- Good.
Where are we at with
the Farragut motive?
Well, apparently, his
notes were on the laptop,
so that's no good.
I have a file of his stories.
Meadows definitely
had a solid contact
feeding him inside
information about Visualize.
Any idea on how to
find the source?
Yeah, there's an old hippie
named Randall Parker.
He's an ex-Visualize member.
Meadows went to talk
to him last week.
Start with him.
What about Meadows' sister?
She's at Clearview, the
Visualize College.
Visualize has a college?
Apparently, you
major in yourself.
Ah. Patrick.
I wondered when you'd pop in.
Mm.
Reading about you.
Gabe Meadows doesn't paint
a very pretty picture.
Oh, surely you're not going to
fall for gutter journalism.
One thing that's consistent
in all these stories
is that you never actually
wield the knife yourself.
You always manipulate
someone else
into doing your dirty work.
That's something you'd
know a little bit about.
Getting Red John to kill
the San Joaquin killer--
that was very nice.
Almost elegant, I'd say.
Yes, you're coming along.
I'm doing nothing of the sort.
You're not very happy,
are you, Patrick?
Perhaps you feel a bit like
the sorcerer's apprentice--
you've woken up a power
that you can't control.
Tell me, how is Rosalind Harker
enjoying life under
FBI protection?
Is she glad that you brought
Red John back into her life?
Are you enjoying this?
'Cause I know you didn't
kill Gabe Meadows.
I've been telling
you that all along.
But you're not acting like
a man that's being framed.
Even someone in your position
is gonna reach out for help
when being framed.
Jon Musashi. I'm
Mr. Stiles' attorney.
This interview is over.
Hi, Jon.
Are you a member of Visualize?
Yes, I think you are.
Did you know that Mr. Stiles'
last lawyer was a murderer?
Whereas I am not.
And again, this
interview is over.
Excellent.
Well, uh, if you'll excuse me,
always a pleasure.
Nice to meet you, Jon.
Jon...
- thank you for coming. Thank you.
- Mr. Stiles, please...
We need to tell them everything,
but I mean, you know me.
I don't have to say that.
I mean, I'm the leader of a church.
I mean--
Mr. Stiles...
Really, I'm okay.
I'm glad to hear it.
No, I mean you can
go back to class.
Oh, my inner visions don't
start for another hour.
Agent Lisbon. Dean Nora Hill.
Ah. Thank you for taking
the time to meet me.
Happy to assist.
That will be all, Rose.
Thank you, Dean Hill.
Jessie Meadows is waiting
for you in Stiles Hall.
It's an impressive campus.
Thank you.
4,642 students
from 27 countries.
Only the best and the
brightest young people.
How are the students
taking the news?
What news?
That one of the students'
brother's been murdered,
and your leader's been
arrested for the crime?
They don't know about that.
They don't need to.
But it's all over the internet.
They don't have the internet.
The mind suffers from junk
food as much as the body does.
We keep it away.
Does Jessie know her
brother's dead?
Aren't you gonna tell her?
We'll do whatever we can
to find out who did this.
I am so sorry for your loss.
Oh, Gabe.
I'm sorry he's dead,
but he wasn't a part
of my life anymore.
He's still your brother.
He left me.
Left us.
That's not what a brother does.
Can you think of anybody who
may have wanted to hurt him?
Gabe published stories
about our community.
Some of the students here--
they didn't like it.
Some of them even thought that
I was feeding him information.
Were you?
No, I wouldn't do that.
I know you and your
brother didn't get along.
He wanted to help you.
I think he wanted that
more than anything.
That was the problem.
I didn't need his help.
He couldn't see that.
I'm with my real family here.
Thanks for seeing me,
Mr. Parker.
Meadows broke a lot of
stories about Visualize.
Were you his source?
All my stories are 30 years old.
All I know about
are the old days.
Did he ask you about
Timothy Farragut?
Sure.
What'd you tell him?
Well, Farragut was
into dispelling
all the bad vibes in the world.
I liked how that sounded.
A lot of people did--
people who felt guilty about
having too much money.
When did Bret Stiles
come into the picture?
'76 or so.
A year later, Farragut died,
and Stiles was the man.
I read the police report.
Farragut's death seems like an
open-and-shut drunk driving fatality.
Well, you notice who
wrote that report--
sheriff Elliott Elswit.
Oh, he liked those
Visualize ladies,
and Stiles made
sure he met plenty.
So you're saying that the
sheriff doctored the report?
Well, Farragut didn't drink.
How'd he get so loaded
he couldn't see a tree?
How do I get in touch
with the sheriff?
Elswit's been dead 20 years.
A suicide, they say.
And you think that Bret
Stiles killed him, too?
You bet I do.
You think I'm crazy.
No, it's just a lot of
conspiracy talk, that's all.
Well, just because
you're paranoid
don't mean they're
not after you.
Hey. Where are you?
I'm back at the snake pit.
Visualize? Why?
Okay, so the Visualize
attorney shows up,
and Stiles starts acting
all weird and scared.
It's just like a little show.
- Hey, could you hold on?
- Yeah.
Uh, would you mind giving
me some privacy, please?
Really? Go.
So Stiles is acting scared. So?
Well, it's for the
benefit of the lawyer.
Whatever game he's playing,
it isn't aimed at us.
It's aimed at Visualize, and
I'm here to find out why.
- I'll call you when I get out.
- Okay.
Bye.
Leben.
Mr. Jane.
Hope the whole "arrest
your master" thing
didn't ruin your lunch.
No hard feelings, right?
Did you come here to gloat?
No, I can gloat from a distance.
I have a message from Stiles.
Hmm. What is it?
Sorry. It's for the
entire inner circle.
Ah, you can give it to me.
I'll pass it to the other
members of the circle.
Yeah, I-I don't think so.
I think I need the whole gang.
Light the Bret signal.
Gather the pooh-bahs.
Come on. Let's go.
Agent Grace Van Pelt,
I presume.
Mr. Stiles, I'm hoping you
can help me with something.
I'm trying to find any property
held by you in the
state of California.
A car, a residence?
Please, agent Grace Van Pelt.
Excuse me?
The helpless maiden routine?
Worth a try.
Look, I can't find anything you own.
Well, that's because
there's nothing to find.
I have no house, no car,
certainly not in my name. Hmm?
I've dedicated my
life to Visualize.
So there's no place
for us to look?
Oh, no. You can look and look.
You will not find.
You're upset.
Something small, domestic.
A household problem.
No.
Hmm? But no, it's not family.
But still, it's...
connected to the home.
Landlord.
Hmm. Petty dictator, no doubt.
Abuses you because he can.
Or because he's a jerk.
He won't fix--
You're good.
Not as good as Jane, but good.
The anger that you
feel is a symptom
of a deeper condition,
an organic rage, if you will.
You know...
I can help you with that.
Not interested.
Close your eyes.
Come on. Close your eyes.
Visualize your anger as a
red cloud inside your body.
Take some deep breaths.
Exhale.
Let the red smoke come
out of your body.
Try it.
Red smoke?
Seriously?
Or not.
Your choice.
Mr. Jane, you have a
message for us from Bret?
Uh, no, not really, no.
Do you mind if I sit here?
Just can't resist.
Looks too comfortable.
I don't understand.
We were told you had a message.
No, that was a lie.
I just wanted to get you
all together. Sorry.
Why did you need to get in here?
Get the lay of the land,
see who's running the show now
that Bret's in the clink.
None of us would presume to.
Bret Stiles is still our leader.
Other members of the inner
circle are flying in.
We hold a vote reaffirming
Bret tomorrow.
Is that what you came
here to find out?
I came here to accuse one of you
of framing Bret Stiles for the
murder of Gabriel Meadows.
And judging from your reactions,
none of you did that.
Of course we didn't.
Well, that clarifies
things considerably.
How?
Well, either one of you
framed Bret Stiles...
Or?
Or you didn't.
What does that mean?
Sorry. Can't tell you that.
That is a police secret.
But you're gonna love it
when you do find out.
Carry on.
You said you'd fix it.
Do you have hot water
at your place?
Yeah, it's nice, isn't it?
Fine. Whatever.
Well, what do you know?
Farragut had a commune
called Visualize
down at Big Sur in the mid '70s.
Just a few hundred members
and a promising young
guru named Bret Stiles.
Farragut crashes his car.
Stiles takes over.
Now the police report
says it was an accident.
Randal Parker says no,
Stiles killed Farragut
and the cop that made
the accident report
and Meadows, who was
investigating the whole thing.
That's crazy.
I don't know.
I wouldn't put anything past Stiles.
Well, one thing's for certain.
We can't prove it.
But Meadows may have a source
inside Visualize who can.
- Any idea who that source is?
- No.
It's definitely not the sister.
Who else is there?
Maybe Stiles knows.
I could ask.
He talked to me earlier.
Maybe I could get
him to open up.
What'd he say?
He showed me something.
Never mind. It's nothing.
He's trying to get to you.
What?
No.
Okay. Take another run
at him, but be careful.
Hello, Grace.
You look refreshed.
- You tried my little trick then.
- No.
Works though, doesn't it?
I wanted to ask you
about Timothy Farragut.
He ran Visualize
before you did, right?
No one ran Visualize
before I did.
No one.
Tim said things that
people wanted to hear,
but he didn't know what to do
with the people who listened.
What do you mean.
Farragut was a dreamer.
Dreamers are useful
in their way,
but we don't live
in dreams, do we?
We live in the here and the now.
Did you kill him?
You've killed, haven't you?
Someone who mattered
to you, who hurt you.
Did you enjoy it?
No.
Really?
I'm told it gives the feeling
of great perspective,
like waking from a dream.
It...
changes you.
Did your friends notice?
A little.
But I think it freaks 'em out.
Of course.
They don't have the imagination
or the vocabulary to
converse with you about it.
You know...
you're like a little bird
that fell out of a nest,
but you don't need the nest.
You need to fly,
and that...
I can teach you.
How was your trip to Visualize?
Enlightening.
I need a little
more information.
Could Bret Stiles know what
blood type Bret Meadows was?
Sure. Visualize keeps medical
records on all its members.
And the source for Meadows'
stories was highly placed?
Way high.
Great.
Do you know who the killer is?
Better.
I know how to catch them.
We need Stiles' lawyer in here
first thing in the morning.
Did you get anything
from Stiles?
No. He's not saying anything.
Van Pelt, you know how to do
that computer picture
makeover thing?
You mean Photoshop?
Yeah.
We got a lot of work to do.
On what?
Manufacturing
evidence, of course.
One of our people was
canvassing the neighborhood
and noticed a traffic
light camera
across from the
A-CAN building.
We blew up an image
and hit pay dirt.
That looks like blood to me.
What do you think?
Mr. Stiles?
Bret?
Meadows got evidence that
you killed Farragut.
That's what was on his computer.
So you killed him and stole it,
but it was the
cover-up that got you.
We're filing charges
against your client
and booking him immediately.
I'll stay with him, of course.
It's all right, Jon. Bye.
But, Bret, I think--
Jon.
A phony photograph, Patrick?
Worth a thousand lies.
So you've stooped
to framing me now?
Well, you framed yourself first.
Well, that's true.
I did, but you never
believed it anyway.
Well, I didn't think
you were that stupid
unless, of course, you
were doing it on purpose.
It was a pity.
One of my better suits.
Shame to have to
ruin it like that.
Where'd you get the blood?
Oh, I have my sources.
The DNA
won't match, of course,
but by the time that
comes to light,
I'll know what I need to know.
Which is which one
of the inner circle
wanted to take your place.
Well, it's best to
smoke out your rivals
before they get too strong.
I appeared weak
because I wanted to see who
would reach for the crown.
Who did?
No one.
You overestimated the courage
of your bootlickers.
They're all too scared
to make a move.
Oh. That's why you doctored up
that ridiculous photograph.
Well, I figured if they
wanted to cook your goose
a little better, I'd turn
up the heat for them.
Well, thank you, Patrick.
I didn't know you cared.
I don't.
I did it to catch the killer.
You coming?
Where are we going?
Crash the party.
Oh, I love a party.
I nominate Jason Cooper
to assume all roles and
duties as head of Visualize.
I second the motion.
Then we vote. I vote "aye."
Well, I will not
allow false modesty
to tarnish the moment.
Aye.
Aye.
Nay.
Bret Stiles is and always will
be the leader of Visualize.
Nay.
Aye.
Uh, I'm sorry.
Are we interrupting something?
Bret, you're free.
We dropped the charges.
Looks like you guys
have been busy.
Hello, Cooper.
I see you've taken the seat
at the head of the table.
That's very bold of you.
We thought--
What, you thought, what,
my corpse cold enough to loot?
Bret.
Mr. Stiles--
Do you really think that I am
weak enough to be pushed aside?
I mean, do--do you think
that I'm stupid enough
to get caught with
blood on my hands?
Tell me, Cooper.
Do I seem weak to you now?
Sit down.
Thank you.
Nice to be back.
Just one more piece of
business to, uh, clear up.
In the matter of
personal curiosity,
who of you voted
for Cooper here?
Well, I don't see how
that's important.
Well, that's one vote,
obviously.
Who else voted for Cooper?
You did.
And you.
Yes, and you.
Oh, Bret, looks like
it was a landslide.
Well, Leben.
You've always been
true to me, I know.
I see.
I stood by you, Bret.
I told them they were
fools to doubt you.
Really?
Stiles is going down for murder.
Shouldn't you have sucked
up to the new boss
like the rest of these folks?
The bloody clothes, the
security footage--
Stiles seemed very guilty.
You had to be 100%
sure he wasn't.
How would you know that?
You're the killer.
That's ridiculous.
Is it?
You couldn't warn the others
because then they would
know you were a murderer.
You voted for Stiles because
you knew he'd be coming back.
Damn you for what
you've turned me into.
So you were Meadows'
inside source?
I fed him information
when it helped me.
You leaked stories that hurt
your enemies at Visualize.
My mistake was...
was letting him know who I was.
Meadows was desperate
to connect Stiles to the
murder of Farragut,
and he thought I knew something
that could prove it.
Why not give it to him?
Doesn't exist.
Do you think Bret Stiles
needs a smoking gun?
He probably did kill Farragut
and that sheriff,
but there'll never be any
evidence to prove it.
I don't believe you.
It's the truth.
What do you think
Stiles would do
if he found out you'd been
feeding me information?
I sensed that Meadows' crusade
was pushing him to
desperate measures.
So...
I brought the hammer,
just in case.
I knew my name was all over
the laptop, so I took it.
I examined myself honestly,
and I find I feel no remorse.
150,000 people die
every single day.
Why should I feel anything
for one man, just 'cause...
Just 'cause I was the
cause of his death?
That's a good question.
Sign here.
So that's it then.
Thank you for letting
me watch this.
No problem.
Visualizing my anger
works really well.
Just returning the favor.
There's so much more
that I could teach you.
Is there?
To be free of doubt,
anger, fear.
Let me show you the world
as you've never seen it.
Let me show you
you as you've never
seen yourself.
Great sales pitch.
But I'm sort of over
bad boys these days.
Thanks anyway.
Ms. Hill killed Gabe? Why?
There was political
stuff going on.
But I think mostly your brother
just wanted you to be happy
and to get out.
I don't know what to do.
We were going through
your brother's laptop,
and we found some videos
that he'd made for you.
Kinda like letters.
I thought you might
like to see one.
Happy Birthday, sis.
I hope it's a good one.
I don't know if
you'll ever see this,
but I just wanted to say
that I'm proud of you.
I miss you so much, sis.
I know we don't agree
about some things,
but, uh, I hope you know that
I'm always here for you,
anytime.
I'll be waiting.
See you soon, I hope.
Are there more of these?
Yeah, there's a
whole lot of 'em.
Would it be okay if I
stayed to watch a few?
You can stay as
long as you'd like.
Ah, Patrick.
Always a pleasure doing
business with you.
There are many fearful men
hiding from my wrath tonight.
It's a good feeling.
And the murder of Farragut goes
back in the cold case file,
so that's a nice twofer.
Well, you didn't do
too badly yourself.
You played a deep
game here, Patrick.
A mind like yours could've
developed a dozen ways
of tricking Nora Hill
without helping me in
my little power play.
Well, I'm flattered.
It was the easiest way.
No.
No.
You wanted me to owe you
a favor, didn't you?
Mm. Well, all right.
I owe you.
Yes.
You do.
Good night.
Good night.